changing my mind, riding bikes in the French countryside, possibilities, spring in Brooklyn, girl scout cookies (thin mints), girl scouts (thin ones), low humidity, high thread counts, spontaneous trips, standing in the ocean on the hottest fucking day, finding the flair, dressing up, dressing down, healthcare reform, tasteless jokes, soft breezes, sham marriages, well-placed profanities, mojitos, good poetry, interventions, music in the park, parks, trees, lying under trees and looking up at them, sangria, brunch, sweater weather, wordplay, fucked-up yet interpretable dreams, secrets, pilates, and split ends.
I'm so glad you're not a dirty hippie
The National, over and over. And over again.
Paris, Je'Taime, All Abut My Mother, Good-bye Lenin!, Fucking Amal, Y Tu Mama Tambien, Lovely and Amazing, We Don't Live Here Anymore, Ice Storm, Heavenly Creatures, Best in Show, My Life Without Me, Habla con Ella, Secretary, Seeing Other People, Little Miss Sunshine, Pride and Prejudice, generally most period pieces, and so on.
Weeds, The Tudors, Entourage, Big Love, blah.
I can't do this.